Petal Ch. 13

Note: The first 11 chapters of this story are under the NonCon/Reluctance category, and of course chapter 12 is in BDSM. Enjoy!

I stood up and reached up to the sleeves but he held up a finger. "No, wait. Lie down in the dress. Middle of the bed."

"Yes, Master."

I climbed up onto the bed and positioned myself as he'd instructed. I took deep breaths and tried to relax, but it was hard when I could see my pulse in my closed eyelids. I heard him walking around and opening a drawer in his dresser, but couldn't quite gauge where he was.

"Open your eyes, little slave. Nothing to be scared of."

I opened my eyes and looked at his smiling face. He had ropes in one hand that each had loops on the end. "Put out your arms and legs. Spread eagled, if you will."

"Yes, Master."

I did and tried to stay still. He put one of the loops around my left ankle and wrapped the other end around the bed frame, tugging it tightly. He repeated the process on the right ankle, dragging his fingernails up my inner thigh. I shivered and he laughed as he walked to the top of the bed.

"Good girl, petal," he said.

"Thank you, Master."

He put another rope around my right wrist and pulled it tightly around the frame. I was tugging lightly against it out of what had to be some kind of impulse. He raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He just walked back around the bed and looped my left wrist, attaching it to the bed.

"All trussed up. Pull the ropes, little slave. Make sure they are nice and tight."

I did what he said. I had almost no movement. The loops weren't too tight around my joints and I rotated them a bit, knowing full well I wasn't going to get rope burns but wouldn't be able to pull away, either. I swallowed hard.

He went back to the dresser and took a small, purple bag from the top. He carried it over and sat down next to me. He set it next to my head and began stroking my legs. I shivered and felt my nipples harden. He slid his hand under the skirt and traced the line of the garter strap and followed it up to my hip then back down to my mound.

"Want to see what's in the bag, petal?"

"Yes, Master."

He slid his fingers down over his clit and I sucked in my breath. "Do you? Or do you want me to play with you now?"

"I... I..."

He squeezed his clit between his fingers and slid his thumb into his pussy. "Tell me, little slave. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to play with me, Master."

He laughed and squeezed harder. "What a good little fucktoy you are. Always tell me what you want, petal. Don't be shy about it."

"Yes, Master."

"Then I think I will. But first, let's look in the bag."

He pulled his hand away and I let out a frustrated sigh. He picked up the bag and tugged it open. He took out a handful of things and held them up in front of my face. "These are much more fun than the clothespins."

Metal. Clamps. With chains in between. They jingled when he moved them. They looked like they were very... Tight.

I swallowed hard. "Yes... Yes, Master."

He ran one over my dress, letting it graze my nipple through the material. I gasped and he smiled. "Does it scare you, little slave?"

"Yes, Master, it does."

"I won't hurt you. But I can't wait to see your breasts decorated with these." He leaned back and touched my mound through the skirt. "To say nothing of my clit."

I swallowed again but my mouth was too dry to do it well. My throat seemed to click against itself. I just nodded and he smiled at me. He rested the clamps on my chest and reached for something on the floor next to him.

My eyes were glued to the thing in his hand. It was a knife. Not just a kitchen knife, or even a jackknife. It looked like it was about three inches long and the handle appeared to be made of an antler or bone. The edge was shiny and I knew it had to be sharp.

"Breathe, little slave."

"What?"

My voice was tight even to my own ears. I realized I had been holding my breath and I could only imagine how red my face was. He just kept smiling. He held the knife in front of my eyes and turned it slowly, letting the light reflect off of the blade.

"Master... Please, don't..."

"Don't what, petal?"

"Please, don't use that... Don't use it on me..."

"Stay still, slave."

"Master..."

"Still."

He leaned forward and dragged the tip of the blade down the front of the dress. I wanted to look away but couldn't do it. He used the knife to pop the decorative buttons from the top and my heart squeezed when each one flew off to the side, forgotten.

He traced the knife back up to the neckline and held it there. "Look at me." I forced my eyes to meet his and he smiled at me again. "Your lip is trembling. It's absolutely breathtaking."

"Th... Thank you, Master." It was just a whisper. But it was the best I could do.

"Watch this."

He looked at the knife and I followed his gaze. He moved it back down to the waist of the dress and turned his wrist. The point dipped into the material and disappeared. Without thinking, I sucked in my stomach before it could touch my skin.

He moved slowly, the knife splitting the front of the dress. He stopped every so often and gently pressed down until the back of the knife traced my stomach. I watched as the knife moved up. Time had slowed to what felt like a dead stop. The ripping sound seemed magnified, filling my ears.

A cold sensation ran between my breasts. I started to pant, unmindful of the movements. He stopped moving the knife and looked at me, eyebrows furrowed and a smirk on his face. "What's wrong, little slave?"

"Please... Please, Master, stop..."

"Oh, this is great fun." He rested the knife on my chest and pushed the clamps off to the side. He took each torn side of the dress in his hands and pulled them apart, the air hitting my skin and making me gasp again.

He picked the knife again and ran his finger on the skin between my breasts. "Looks like I scratched you a bit, girl. Can you see it?"

I stretched my neck as much as I could and looked at the skin. There was a faint pink line. My heart pounded harder and my whole body shook. He started playing with one nipple, twisting and tugging.

"I told you to hold still."

"Yes, Master." I managed to whisper and fought to make my muscles stop moving. He continued to play with it then raised the knife again, making sure I saw it.

He turned it and moved his hand slowly. He pulled my nipple out further and brought the knife up to it. "Stay still, petal."

"Yes, Master."

I did. He gently released the nipple and it rested on the edge of the knife. I held my breath, not willing to even let that tiny movement happen. He laughed gently and slid his free hand up the skirt. He used two fingers to explore his pussy and I realized how easily they went in.

"You are so wet, girl. I don't think you were this wet even on the bench. Do you want to come, little slave? Do you want to come with your skin on my blade?"

His pussy clamped on his fingers and he laughed. "Don't worry about answering, my dear. I know you do.

"But you won't. Not yet."

He moved the knife away and I let out a huge sigh. He held it up to my eyes. "It was the dull side, petal. I told you, I don't want to hurt you. Or those beautiful tits."

He cut the skirt in one smooth downward motion. The air hit my skin and I knew I had broken out in fresh goosebumps. He leaned over and set the knife on the floor, then sat up again and kissed my mound.

"Ready for the clamps, little slave?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Master."

"We'll see."

He picked them up from the other side of the mattress. Once again, he held them in front of my eyes and I had to make myself take deep breaths. "They are quite tight. And they are going to look beautiful on you."

"Yes, Master."

He played with my nipple again, pinching it harder this time. He pulled it up and away from my body, twisting it as he went. He opened one of the clamps and slowly closed it on the nipple, staring at my face as he did.

I gasped. The sensation stung, but wasn't the pure agony I'd expected. He tugged on the chain and the clamp seemed to tighten. I watched as he put one on the other nipple, making me swallow hard.

He tugged on the chain again and both clamps seemed to squeeze harder. He let it slide through his fist until the third and final clamp dangled just below his hand. "Do you remember where this one goes?"

"Please don't, Master," I said.

"Are you scared, little slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Of what?"

"That... That will hurt."

"Yes, it will. But you can do it, girl. You were scared of the bench, too. Trust me."

I shook my head. "Please, don't."

He stroked my mound and ran his finger down the slit. He pushed the finger into his pussy and pulled it out again. "Taste yourself, petal. Taste how much this excites you."

He held his hand up in front of my face and I bent my head up to reach it. I licked my fluids from his finger, not really surprised at how wet I was. Once he was satisfied, he took his hand back and started to play with his clit.

He squeezed it and pulled on it. He rolled it back and forth between his knuckles and I moaned. He laughed softly and opened the clamp with his other hand. He stopped massaging it and lowered the clamp.

"Please, don't..." I whispered.

"Sh, trust me, girl."

He rested the open clamp on his clit and slowly let it close. His clit throbbed under the pressure and I tried to pull away, but of course I couldn't move. I panted as the pressure became a sting then a source of pain.

He took his hand away and met my eyes. "How does that feel, little slave?"

"It... It... I don't know..."

"Yes, you do. It feels good, even if it hurts, even if you won't admit it yet."

I opened my mouth to speak but he slid his fingers back into his pussy. He moved them in and out and tugged lightly on the chain, pulling on his clit. "You are so wet, petal."

I closed my eyes. I felt almost like I was floating. I knew he was right, I could feel how easily his fingers moved in me. The throbbing of his clit hadn't stopped, if anything it had sped up. He continued to tug on the chain and work his pussy with his fingers, stretching it with every movement.

"Look at me, girl."

I did. He was smiling. "How much do you want to come, little slave?"

I swallowed hard. "Very much, Master."

"Good."

He slid his fingers out and dropped the chain. He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Normally, I'd have you strip me, but I think I can handle it this time."

He slid the shirt off and opened the button on his pants. He pushed them to the floor along with his underwear. He stood there, naked, by the bed, his erection very visible. He walked to the head of the bed and leaned forward, propping himself up on one knee.

"Lick me, petal. Get me ready to fuck you."

I lifted my head, craning my neck so I would reach his cock. I opened my mouth and he moved forward enough that I could reach it with my tongue. I lapped at it, tasting his fluid that had leaked from the tip. His skin was mildly salty and I licked all I could reach.

He pulled back just a bit and I opened my mouth instinctively. He slid the tip over my lips and inside. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently. He moved his hips back and forth and I relaxed my throat to accommodate him.

I was ready to keep sucking and tasting, but he pulled away. I even groaned in frustration as his cock left my mouth. He chuckled and took a step back. "You do look delicious, little slave. So ready and hungry for your Master."

I didn't answer. I just watched him move to the foot of the bed and climb on, kneeling between my spread legs. He moved so that his knees pressed against my inner thighs and he leaned over me, weight on his fists on either side of my head.

"Tell me you want me, petal."

"I want you, Master."

"Convince me."

"Please, Master... I want you so much... I need you to touch me, Master, please."

"Not bad at all, petal." He shifted his weight back onto his knees and tugged on the chains again. I sucked in my breath and my eyes watered. He made them jingle as they bounced together, pulling on the nipples and his clit and making me moan.

He reached out with his free hand and pinched the clamp on my right nipple. I cried out and he sucked it into his mouth, still toying with the chain. The pain intensified but got better as he played with his tongue. He took off the clamp from the other nipple and repeated the process, making me groan and squeeze my eyes shut.

He let go and leaned forward, gripping my chin in his hand. "Look at me, petal."

I did and the chains landed on my stomach. He opened the clamp on his clit and I yelped again. Before I could even think, he clamped his mouth over mine, his tongue pressing into mine, and slammed his cock into his pussy.

He fucked me hard, with thrusts that pushed the bedframe into the wall. I moaned into his mouth and lifted my hips to meet his. I felt the chains slide off of my body but barely registered it. He let go of my chin and grabbed my wrists in his hands, pushing them into the mattress.

He pulled back, his forehead on mine while he panted over my face. "Tell me what you want," he said. "Tell me now."

"Please, Master... Please fuck me and make me come."

"More."

"Fuck your slave, Master, please. Please let me come while you fuck me."

"Keep going."

"Please, Master, please... I need to come, Master, please."

"Come, girl. Come on your Master's cock."

I did. And I came hard. I shoved my hips up, letting his cock go in as deeply as possible. "Thank you... Thank you, Master."

"Come again, slave."

My body shook and I felt his pussy clamp around his cock. He sucked in his breath and lifted his head. I felt him spasm and groaned. "Yes, Master, thank you."

Once he was finished, he kissed me again, this time softly. "Good girl, petal. Good girl."

"Thank you, Master."

He let go of my wrists and sat up. He looked down at me and smiled. "How are you, little slave?"

"I'm okay, Master."

"Good."

He got up from the bed and picked up the chain. He put it on the dresser and came back, untying the ropes. Once I was free, he tossed them aside and laid next to me. He held himself up on his elbow and stroked my cheek with the other hand.

"I chose well, petal."

"Thank you, Master."

"What do you need, girl?"

I smiled and knew I was sinking into sleep. "I need you, Master. I need to be your slave."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Master."